Adam Comments

'your heart and your step get caught in each clump, cluster and cobweb, and soon you forget the original tongue, a – e – i – o – that's all you recall. Fear is like a glue in your mouth, a humble, broad sheet without words...' - Wow! I almost hesitate to ask, Dan, but is this part of the poem fragmented on purpose? 'Wan like the first snow, bare, newly born among invisible gods, captured by the fragrance of saps, hidden away in resonant trunks.'